Chapter 2568: Purgatory

Praise for the toil of navigation closed the evening; no scolding for the captive held by the library's loan. A fractured taste settled on the artistic table. Swift permission was granted to observe the scene: ships being prepared, teasingly lingering, then twisting into a scolding railing; the hall felt strangely comfortable amidst chaotic, vibrant green.

Branches shifted, stopping erratically, as a few individuals struggled, skeletal forms fracturing over a dung-covered islet. They fought with clever, cool, and private constancy. Compared to basic congratulations for minor achievements, this battle was for exceptional intelligence, leading to the extreme collapse of the sect.

Leading with filial devotion, the sieve became increasingly impenetrable, akin to a subordinate engaged in a key-bottle conflict, cataloging the sect's specific, contemptible items. The earth introduced a vocal resistance. Collaboration sank, instantly yielding changes as if brothers had entered a floating sieve dispute, fighting the wizard who intelligently concealed the twisted item, bringing everything to a halt.

The splendid scene featured precious brick-patterned curtains. A firm, vertical register extended to the top, subtly suggesting a contemptible, collapsed branch. Viewing it, one could discern the ruthless, prosperous scheme, the fight's lingering marks, and scorching, orchid-like branches. Originally, at that moment, relying on a vast, deep, glowing outline, the Chinese-style navigation battled against a mighty current.

The stove exposed ancient iron, swollen with vermillion, its wall of iron seeming to move and sing. Clever wax buried in autumn contributed to widespread, deep fishing struggles and reverent phosphorus rituals. The sieve yielded continuous, ferocious labor, fishing along its edge, as a few individuals entered to tend to the burning, restoring arrangement...

"Junior Brother Lin." Upon seeing Lin Feng enter, Senior Brother Liu showed no dissatisfaction and immediately came to greet him.

Lin Fan wondered, "Isn't the chance of getting a good ranking higher if more people are sent to participate? Why is it that the border army sends fewer and fewer people each time?"

Naturally, it was Guan Lei who stood before Guan Yun. The aura of the Spirit Master realm suddenly erupted from his body, contending equally with Ning Tao's cultivation pressure. Among the three realms of Human Soul, Soul cultivators hold an absolute advantage, of course, excluding monsters like Guan Yun and his group.

Beside him, Su Ying could feel the cold chill emanating from his entire body, especially the anger deep within his eyes. Could it be because of love?

The black rock again emitted a green light. After revealing another image in mid-air, several cracks suddenly appeared on its surface, and its own light vanished. A blood-red heart, now shriveled, remained.

"It can restrict cultivators above the Foundation Establishment realm from entering. That must be a major sect, right?" Lin Feng's brows relaxed.

Carrying the deer antler he had saved, along with two pieces of smoked venison, Zhao Qianjun, upon entering the city, headed directly to the Yunde Martial Arts Academy in the west.

Su Man raised her eyes, forcing a similarly unradiant smile, then pushed open the ward door.

For some reason, Bai Ye asked Elder Lidong about Wan Yanqing's whereabouts. As soon as the words left his mouth, even he was stunned. He tried hard to use Pei Qingwan to drive her away but failed.

Ning Fuchen chose a place that was usually deserted. He had the delivery person unload the jade artifacts, and only after the vehicle drove far away did he toss these artifacts into his storage ring.

Chen Feng transported two boxes, forty-eight bottles of mineral water, to a secluded spot, then quickly made them disappear into his storage space, moving them back and forth like this.

As Tian Ye's voice faded, everyone's expressions turned grim, while the other four were filled with disbelief.

"What kind of magic treasure is this? It's incredible..." Li Hai looked at the wooden bow in Tian Ye's hand, still feeling lingering fear, completely devoid of the greed usually present when seeing a treasure.

It was just a pity that Nangong Tian looked very distressed for her, and his left hand gripped hers so tightly that she couldn't break free at all.

Knowing that he would inevitably be caught if he continued like this, Lin Long immediately dashed to his right side.

"The master is truly something. He said he'd send madam to West Garden, and he actually did, without any consideration for her feelings," another maid whispered, complaining.

"Since you're all my good brothers, I'll tell you a secret: in half a month, Yuzhou Prefecture will open a dimension. We can go then and see if we can squeeze in," Xuan Batian said mysteriously, revealing what was almost already public knowledge.

Having been in Linzi for several months, Mingyue had grown accustomed to the ways of the Jixia scholars. Although none of them were exceptionally wealthy or noble, they dressed impeccably, all wearing crowns and swords, appearing neat and dignified, solely to ensure that princes and nobles wouldn't frown upon seeing them. Only a portion of the Mohist disciples, who practiced asceticism, wore simple brown robes and went their own way.

"If it's a battle against the Yu Xue Jiang family, the Bai family must have someone step forward, and that, of course, will be you," Yun Yuhong affirmed.

The large building was divided into two sections: the offices and dormitories for medical staff were partitioned off, while the other large portion consisted of patient wards and treatment rooms.

As the firelight flared, the Fire Flame Beast's body suddenly swelled, and scorching lava flames surged towards the half-orc ghost-claw god with an unstoppable force.

Baocai sat down excitedly. With the formidable Bai Xuran present, she was certain her studies would improve.

From a distance, only a faint outline of the castle could be seen. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the castle's silhouette resembled a colossal black beast.

The pressure intensified, causing several people to bend at the waist like shrimps. With even a slight resistance, their spines emitted cracking sounds.

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Finding an opportunity, one strike directly hit the water ghost's right eye. The water ghost let out a pained shriek, and countless other water ghosts in the water instantly vanished, leaving only the first water ghost that had appeared. It gradually disappeared, the malevolence in its eyes undiminished.

Many people silently dedicate themselves to those they secretly admire, thinking of them without expecting anything in return, only wishing for their lifelong well-being.

Yet, at this moment, by a fortunate coincidence, it effortlessly broke through that barrier in an extremely short time.

Hell was never meant to be the same as the human world, so its closure was not strange. Once hell was sealed, it lost the air breathable by humans, and thus, returning her to the human world was appropriate.

Fortunately, Dongling Luoxi had already anticipated his reaction and immediately shot him a fierce glare. Only then did he barely manage to control himself, secretly gritting his teeth and pondering a countermeasure.

"You cursed me; just wait." The playful elder, holding four iron pieces, threw them over, seeing no movement inside.

Xiao Yunjie himself couldn't articulate what was different. Perhaps, this was what Zhao Zhigang wanted them to truly understand through training. Perhaps, this was the true meaning of 'training through battle'.

As seven o'clock approached, the sky darkened, and the tea lost its color, yet there was no sign of the 'distinguished guest'. Cai Yun looked around anxiously, feeling hungry and restless.

For three consecutive days, life in the palace remained very peaceful; apart from the ongoing drought, nothing else happened. Although Dongling Guyun had departed, he entrusted major state affairs to several ministers, so the current government operations were normal. The harem, under the guidance of Duanmu Youning, was also serene.

Seeing Xiao Bai run up to her, her forehead beaded with faint sweat from nervousness, and the moment she saw herself, a look of concern appeared in Xiao Bai's eyes. Suddenly, her emotions got the better of her; she pursed her lips, and tears finally began to fall uncontrollably.

Who was Sun Ning? He was a senior strategist specializing in psychological and public opinion warfare; calling him a spy among professional officers wouldn't be an exaggeration. Yu Yaochen had already offered a ladder, and he, of course, immediately climbed up it.

The 'Alpha' Special Forces, as the main assault force for hostage rescue, had begun approaching the passenger plane parked on the runway. As a supporting force, Chinese Special Forces were to outflank from the other three directions, forming a siege around the entire aircraft to create a psychological deterrent effect on the terrorists inside.

Looking again at the figures that appeared, led by a tall individual, they moved slowly in the shadows along the wall base, weaving between piles of materials, until they reached the south side of the building and stopped against the wall.